But sugar; I can see where your eyes have been.
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Three legged races make me happy. <3

Haaaaaappy birthday to Janahhh.
Thank you for:
1) not complaining that one time I forgot to get you your lollies
2) always complaining about Shermana
3) picking up my use-the-room-floor-as-a-closet habit
4) showing all of us how to laugh a little more, and smile a little more.

...Did I mention I love kids' parties?




Julia and Maximoos. :D





Tammy and Allie.





My cousin the Ironkid. (...the one in orange, not with the ponytail.)





Innocence.
'Nuff said.



...After the three legged race, we had to play more games see.
'Cause Sherman and I were appointed teh Official Party Game Coordinators.
So naturally, I go, "...Okay everybody-- let's have a Dress-Up-Sherman competition!"
And Sherman goes: "O_O *doubletake* ....Whatt! No!"

But 'course- me being me, and all that;
we end up having one anyway.
And since I am a person of great justice and fairness, I even throw my own cousin into the deal; just so Sherman won't feel TOO outtuv place.

Oh, the niceness of me. :D





















"...Omigosh Alex has boobs! O_O"

Alex: *looks down at formerly flat chest*
O_O!
...Nu-uuuuu! (!!!)
*then attempts to remove newspaper balls from torso area*
Mildred: *slaps hands away* Stop that! You're going to make them go out of shape!

And not forgetting the much-repeated line:

"...Cara. You are so dead."

... But hey, sweetheart; as if you'd have the heart to kill me. :D


Kids' parties are fun. :]

I think Imma crash one next time 'round.

----

p.s,

thank you for the teddy,

you're a real sweetheart. <3






Beauty is truth's smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.
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Ohhhh, I love that post.

Also; my tagboard's dead and dying.
I can only deduce that all the late-night/early-morning EMT mugging sprees have killed everyone off.

Nuuuu, come back! I can't afford flowers for EVERYONE.

I can't wait till EMTs're finally over.
I don't particularly like the fact that this year's coming to an end...but so do all things. Time waits for no man, after all...and judging from all the times that my three alarm clocks've let me down (and it wasn't like I only set one of them-- I set all three!), I reckon Time likes Cara not, and therefore waits not for Cara, too.

Ren Jean, Yan, Kat and I want to learn telekinesis.
And yeah, I do believe that the subconscious mind IS powerful;
and I spent the entire last part of MI trying to pull out one of the school buttons off the shoulderpad of the uniform of the guy sitting in front of me by telekinesis.
Needless to say, it didn't work.
...He did reach over and scratch his shoulder that one time, though.

That counts!

Today, for some reason, Ren Jean and I (okay, mostly Ren Jean. I swear I have no idea how I got involved) about torsos. :/ I think it had something to do with wondering why Jeremy Sumpter was so flat-chested in Peter Pan, even though (according to Ren Jean) he's twenty-something; and y'know, by when you'd expect most guys to actually have a chest, or some semblance of it.

Ren Jean: Muscular boobs.
Cara: Musoobs. (pronounced "muh-soobs", if you must know)
Ren Jean: ...Moobs.
Cara: Mu-boobs.
Ren Jean: 0_0
Cara: 0_0 HAHAHA mu-boobs! Like, "Hey, these are mu-boobs!"
*cracks up*

Today we had class phototaking, too; and during the candid shot, Ren Jean and I wanted to carry Lynna, but the photographer was all, "No, no, don't do that, I can see her red pants,"; to which Lynna yelled back, "No, they're orange!!".

So in the end Ren Jean and I decided to be two gangstas holding Lynna captive and doing the whole fingergun thang; and Mdm Woon put her arms on my shoulder and posed as my girlfriend.

Haha we roll deep yo. :]


...Apparently I look like a lawyer.

I don't WANT to be a lawyer, though. Or a doctor.

I mean, I suppose I don't mind, and all. I might even learn to love it, after a while, just so long as I close my eyes and try really really hard.

But really, all I want to do is live somewhere where I can have woodland glades in my backyard, with the lilting laugh of a river stream somewhere in the distance;
and glorious evenings, when the sun filters through the overhanging canopy of leaves and sends jewels scattering across the forest floor like some diamond-strewn dancefloor,
and beautiful, beautiful twilights; like a scene captured and perfectly replicated from Imladris.

And there I will live, and laugh, and love,
and every evening I will venture outside and collect starlight in a woven basket,
and talk to trees, and maybe they will show me that maybe I don't have two left feet because dryads kind of have roots, but STILL; golly can those girls dance-

and I shall frequent shady places near streams and under trees and even atop t hem, and there I shall write about whatever strikes my fancy,

and so I shall live;
isolated, not particularly wealthy, not particularly rich in social connections or credit cards and without the experience that the working world gives,

but so I shall live happy.



...And that is what I want to do with my life.

Thank you, twenty-first century society, for taking it all away.


Ohwell.
I'll blog more, when zeh inzpiratzion strikes again.

<3


"This is your life;
Give it a happy ending."
-Boy Meets World
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...I've realized that I haven't been writing in my diary.

Thing is- I've had so much happening to me lately; there just hasn't been time to record it all down, because I'm too busy out there having things happen to me to write about things happening to me, if you get my drift.

But yeah. I'll take the highs with the lows.

...I didn't fall asleep in ANY class today! (!!!)
I mean, seriously.
And yesterday, too.

I am sooooo proud of myself. :D

I want my own Venezia, by the way. Major hint-dropping here, 'cause I'll be sweet sixteen in four months, yay!

I want my own Venezia and I won't give my gelato strange names like "Tartufo" or "Yoggi"; 'cause how're people supposed to guess how their order's gunna taste like, if they can't even pronounce its name properly?

...Ren Jean and I are making plans to stage our very own Disney Channel NotsoOriginal Movie: High School Musical 3; featuring songs like "Flabelos", reprised by (who else?) Sharpay Evans.
We're in the process of tidying up the lyrics. :]


["My point is that you have to think for yourself.
If your parents told you that chocolate was dangerous, would you take their word for it?"
- Thank You For Not Smoking.]

I'll blog back when I actually have SOMETHING to say.


I found the house of my dreams (kinduv) today, though.
Bramble roses and beautiful gates and burnished, gently swinging lamps and panes of stained glass in dusky light.

... I'm beginning to think maybe fairytales do exist, after all.

<3


So colour the coast with your smile;
It's the most genuine thing I've ever seen.
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ASEAN NIGHT 2007- EQUINOX.

They say pictures say a thousand words; so this is gonna be a pretty
long blogpost.

Last night was neat.

Black and gold and dark kohl, fairy wand makeup brushes and pixie dust;
sneakers on sale, walking around Tangs in full regalia and attracting stares.

Maxine and I make a shopping date, and make ourselves special ASEAN
alibis- which we never use. We're Indonesian-Irish, the two of us; and
we hail from far far faaar away.









Also, we can speak neither Indonesian nor Irish.

...A familiar face waiting outside the Marriott- old school (!); grey
tie, pin-striped shirt, same rakish grin.

"Hey, you're early--" ;

and upstairs, a throng of ruffles and lace and silk and black (but
mostly black),
and an impish face and a poodlesque purple ribbon,

strange music;
and like mothers and daddies at their children's first recital; Maxy
and Sherman and I position ourselves at the frontline, cameras at
attention, and wait for our little girl to get onstage. <3
(which she does, eventually- and eggstremely well, I might add!)


















And then soon, the real dancing begins;
and Maxy Lynna Ting and I weave our way into the gyrating crowd, with Sherman in tow; and we dance, and I use and reuse my limited dance move repertoire, until the blinding flashes of pulsating white light get unbearably surreal and I feel almost like I'm on some kind of strange, scary high.

Later on, I get thirsty- so the scene shifts to
mushroom pizza at cafes, synthetic stars in steel-framed webs,
and escaping from the world by just moving a few steps down from groundlevel,

while near us; some old street singer/uncle/person croons his own version of "Leaving On A Jetplane"--
[ "...I'm leeeeaving on an MRT;
somethingsomethingaboutchappati..."]

and I burst out laughing right where I am.


Subsequently, we make our way back,
and Sherman and I resolve to ask someone we've never met before to dance;

so we decide that I'll ask a little Indian guy standing in the corner,
and I do,
and it's his first time dancing so I can keep up pretty okay;
and he spells out his name but I forget it anyway-
but I do remember the grin on his face.
And that makes me happy.

And as we part ways, I tell him to "be brave; and don't be afraid to ask people to dance, 'cause it's highly improbable that they'll say no, if you ask nicely."

Before the dance ends, we all head off to Gelatissimo-- which, by the way, sells the best gelato ever.
No, no kidding- it was THE bomb.
Yeah, my girls and the boy-- we're pretty illegal. <3





City skies when seen through trees are pretty, and Orchard Road could be a boulevard of broken(?) dreams;
and so I fling up my arms and spin around and around

and people around are staring,
but he's laughing (with me, not at);

and in that moment

I

feel

infinite.








I'm sorry-I don't read Aborigine.

I mean- they do stock dictionaries in the library, you know.
And if those're too much trouble, I'm pretty sure they've got Peter And Jane in there too.

Look, I'm not your servant.

So do me a favour; and go pull your bottom lip over your head and swallow.